Friday, December 8, 2017

Ivy About To Bloom



We are not entirely real,
Or with each conscious
Contact the world would 
Wound us, bruise us.
What emerging monster
Or blossom is it?
Will the lane ahead remain
Unlit or reality yield
A way, a path revealed
In ivy buds
And never lose us?
Maybe yes, maybe no, but
I'd like to think so.

16 comments:

  1. Em primeiro lugar, o poema é obscuro. Então ficou claro depois de um dia. Agora eu realmente gosto disso e acho que é um desses poemas que serão reescritos ao longo dos anos.

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    1. Thank you Anon. The language I recognize from childhood is enough to identify you but I wish you would leave some initials. As to your perceptive comment, É um daqueles poemas que eu ainda não entendi completamente. Mesmo quando eu escrevi, senti que havia algo mais - algo por vir. And thanks for pointing that out.

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  2. I never knew that ivy would bloom.

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    1. Neither did I, Jenny, until I saw it bloom. Ivy only blooms when it is mature --that takes upward of 10 years. Until we planted it here in 1980, we'd never kept a house that long. The buds you see in Norma's photos will open with little clusters of white flowers that bees are quite fond of. Thank you for reading my poem!

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  3. There's remarkable depth in both the photo and poem. I really love the last two lines - so poetic and lovingly optimistic.
    Thank you for your words, Geo.
    Be warm and well.

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    1. Kind Robyn, I'm glad you like this post. Love and optimism are strengths, like gentleness, that demand strict exercise --yes, you know. Thank you for your good wishes, which I reciprocate with pleasure.

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    1. Thanks Anonymous, this will be most helpful next time I have to pound my bottom into the ground with a hammer.

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    2. LOL!!! Thank you for this much needed laugh, Geo.!

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  5. Subtilty of thought revealed in poetry is outstanding Geo!

    i adore your attitude and how amazingly you wave it through your poems!

    either i never saw an ivy bloom ,or may be i did not notice ,10 years is looong wait for plant to show it's worthy smile in the form of flower but i am sure nature has reason for this one too.

    Best wishes to you and your dear family my friend!

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    1. Best wishes to you and yours also, Baili. Thank you so much for your encouragement. Your positive attitude is a good example for me. I am proud to be your friend.

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  6. I had no idea that ivy bloomed in this way! That is absolutely fascinating...and so beautiful.
    Your poem is wonderful too...so tender...and I love how it concludes on so positive a note.:))

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    1. Dear Ygraine, I'm so glad you like my poem. I was uncertain about it at first, but I suppose that's how everybody feels bringing something new and vulnerable into the world.

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  7. The way will be lit but remain in shadow so that the ivy bud will not be withered or stolen. I too hope we will never be lost. Loved it Geo.

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    1. Barbara, As time goes by I feel increasingly that hope is a force, a sense and calculus that impels us into the future that best includes us. Paths bound in ivy, herbaceous or metaphysical borders cannot be stolen, withered --they are raised in hope, like us.

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    2. Merry Christmas George. I will be thinking of you and that beautiful poem. May your New Year be raised in hope and plenty.

      Barbara

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